>A guest once walked out onto my terrace and remarked on how fortunate I was to have a view of the freight yard. He seemed to think it would be interesting to watch the trains come and go, the way people note airplane take-off schedules. It never interested me, but there you go.
Or, if the miniature version is more you thing,
there’s an empty shop in the town center currently housing a pretty large model train display. It’s maintained by a cranky old man who’s very nasty if you get too close to the table (and let me tell you, he hates little kids. This display is for him, not for their joy.) In fact I hesitated to take this photo, lest he come out and chase me away with a broom.
Just a little piece of Innsbruck life.